This is our time to just hang out and catch up on our own relaxed schedule. After it was burning well, I took a big hit and inhaled deeply, holding it...in while I passed it to her. We smoked and just chatted while the movie was going. “Half Baked is so classic, but I really want to listen to some music. I’m definitely craving some Eminem Recovery right about now.” Olivia handed me the blunt and jumped up to go put the music in. I sat there in the middle of our living room, smoking weed with my. I know there is no such thing as 100% perfect, unless you’re speaking of me being a jackass.Temptation quickly got the better of me so I slid my hands down as far as I could reach. Feeling the gentle rise of her firm ass enticed me even more and my delight was relayed to her via the throbbing muscle that was pulsating rapidly against her.“Mmmmm”, she purred. “So you must be an ass man, huh?” she asked as she playfully lifted her ass, pressing it tighter against my hands.“Oh yes! And legs too,”. We carried on kissing a bit more and as we did so I eased her back onto the bed until we were lying together, and I started to run my hand up and down her body. She had no boobs to speak of but I could feel her nipples hardening through her dress and looking down I started to undo the buttons. I quickly glanced at Lynne who smiled at me as I undid the top couple of buttons and slid my hand underneath a material. She then closed her eyes as I began to run my fingers over her chest and around. For Tammy had a nemesis. Mr. Critic. Oh, wicked Mr. Critic!Every time Tammy posted a new story, sure enough Mr. Critic would criticize it."Your spelling is atrocious," Mr. Critic would write, in his oh-so-proper way, "and you seem to have no grasp of conventional grammar, without the saving grace of true experiment. The plot is miniscule, the characters the thinnest cardboard, and the ending completely implausible. You can do better."Tammy felt just awful whenever he saw what Mr. Critic had.